Lexie hops down from the stool, smoothing her pretty little dress over dangerous curves, and slips on a pair of sandals. When she steps around me to grab her purse from the counter, I’m surrounded by a delicious scent. It’s light and citrus, and smells like heaven. And, like a moth to a flame, I’m stepping closer. She smells really fucking good. Oblivious to the magnetism pulling me towards her, Lexie chirps a goodbye to me before heading out the door. My eyes don’t leave her until she’s out the front door, silently thanking whoever invented short pink sundresses.
